chapter 2 gluttony in bed

That first night, Circe took me to her bed. I was so drunk on wine and so full of food, I could barely move. I scarcely knew where I was. She pushed me back onto a soft pile of cushions, pulled off my constricting pants and then climbed on top of me. I was so drunk and drowsy, I didn't realize at the time how huge this bed is, bigger than any I've ever seen. The massive mattress is so soft, of the finest quality of ticking, and the pillows and cushions are soft and filled with fine goose feathers.

I nearly passed out as Circe slid her hourglass-shaped olive-skinned body onto my hardened shaft and began pushing herself up and down, riding my round bloated belly like it were a wild bull at the rodeo. Her breasts bounced about as she threw her head back. With her hands, she'd grab at my belly and rub it.

Through slitted drunken eyes, I saw her joyful expression exploding again and again in ecstasy. Her long black hair flowed wildly in the sensually-charged air. I closed my eyes completely and lost consciousness. Occasionally, I felt Circe pushing pieces of cheesecake into my mouth, and in my sleep I mindlessly chewed and swallowed, unable to stop her. Her firm round rump bounced upon my strong muscular thighs. I felt her hands upon my bloated belly, rubbing it and patting it as if it were a new prized puppy given to her as a gift.

Now, a few blurry weeks later, I barely realize how thoroughly I have fallen under her spell. I awaken in her huge bed, in the warmth of her sweet-smelling quilts. Circe is beside me sleeping softly. We are both naked, and my hands instinctively begin to explore the delightful curves of her body. The pleasures of her voluptuous figure are so inviting. I want to engulf her and at the same time crawl into her warm desirable places.
But then, what is this I feel? My hand brushes against something cool, round, soft and huge. It feels familiar, and yet it doesn't.

I push back the quilts and see that my hand has brushed against my own belly. My own belly! What the hell! I have a belly now? Where once were hard ab muscles and a thin waistline is now a bulging soft gut. My tubby tummy is pale pink, and the little fine soft hairs below my belly button are standing up in the morning coolness as goose bumps pop up on my love handles.

Love handles? I never had love handles before.

I am definitely getting fat, I realize with a jolt. I try desperately remember my life before coming to this cottage, a good life, loved ones, a family, difficult farm work which made my body hard and my hands calloused. I look at my hands now, and they look different, not like my hands at all, softer, not as manly, my fingers looking plump, perhaps even a bit misshapen. I am frightened by these changes.

Quickly, I decide to do something about this. I will leave before Circe awakens, just slip out quietly while I can still think for myself. Her spell has been so strong on me that I wasn't even aware until now of how I'd gotten fat. Sure, I knew I'd gained some weight but nothing like this! I pull myself slowly out of bed, and I steady myself on the hardwood floor, get my pants from the doorknob, trying not to make a sound.

As I pull my pants on, I realize that they no longer fit. I have gotten too fat for them! I try to remember when I last had them on. Last week maybe, or the week before? I seem to have lost all track of time. With some difficulty, I pull them up over my thick thighs and widened hips. They are very tight, and they squeeze my soft flab, constricting and hurting the new adipose around my waistline.

Struggle as I might, I can't get the pants button to reach the buttonhole. Anxiety that I might awaken Circe fills my panicked mind. I spend several minutes in furious desperation, sucking in my gut, pushing the zipper against my soft flesh, until I finally get my jeans buttoned. I groan at how tight they feel and eye how my soft flab forms into a thick muffintop bulging over the waistband.

Then, I hear a rustling of the sheets behind me. I feel the hairs on my neck stand up. I freeze in place, and a jolt tingles through my nervous system.

"And where do you think you're going, my sweet piglet?" Circe's voice coos seductively. I turn to see her sitting up in bed now, smiling at me, her wicked eyes glinting like the fires of hell as they reflect the dawn's red light.

At that moment I know my plans are in vain. There is no escape! I am frozen in place, paralyzed in the cool morning air. Her soft fine hands grab my love handles firmly. That my love handles are new makes them strangely sensitive to her touch. Having her grab me there feels so foreign and strangely erotic as she gently pulls me back into bed.

Circe now sits beside me, her hands skillfully releasing the pants I had worked so hard to button. My belly pops out from its confines. Like a loaf of baking bread, it expands and pushes the zipper down. In a matter of seconds, almost like magic, she removes my pants and tosses them into the fireplace nearby. They blaze brightly in the red embers left from last night's fire, and white whispy smoke rises up the chimney. Circe le's out an evil chuckle.

"Why did you do that?" I gasp.

"So you won't leave, my sweet dumpling. Besides, you'll never fit into them again."

"What do you mean by that?" She doesn't answer me except to fondle my belly. Then, she lies back and pulls me atop her now, adjusting my position with her hands once again firmly grasping my soft love handles. My spirit is unwilling to do what she wishes, but my body cannot deny her charms. She will seduce me as has so many times already -- every day, all day long, nightly, here in bed, or at the kitchen table or in her huge bathtub.

Circe reaches over to the nightstand where every evening she piles mountains of cookies or brownies upon a tray so she can feed me all night long into the early morning hours. I try to refuse her, try to keep my jaw set shut and my lips pursed together. But soon, my resolve melts, my mouth opens, and a moan of pleasure slips from between my lips, making her body squirm joyously beneath me.

"Eat, my darling," Circe commands as she forces a huge brownie into my slightly open mouth. Just then, she pulls my throbbing manhood into her. I feel heavier than ever and weakened, and totally under her control. "Let me feed you while we make love. I like a little round belly pushing down upon me, but I want that belly bigger. I'm going to make you so huge -- and so hungry -- that you'll never leave me."

As I straighten my arms, holding myself above Circe, I now feel her fingers move from my love handles to my chest. I crane my neck down to see her grabbing me there, twiddling my nipples and flabby breast flesh with her fingers and thumbs, one nipple in each hand. Horrified, I swallow a small unchewed brownie with a loud gulp.

"You're getting some fine man boobs," she whispers. "How hard and muscular you were when you first came to me, and how soft and flabby you've become. And in such a short time. Someday, you will become too fat and heavy to be on top of me, so enjoy this now, my love." Her hands move back to the brownie tray.

I moan, unable to speak. Circe fills my mouth over and over again with fudge brownies as I pound my hips and belly against her, then pull away, then repeat. I mindlessly slide myself in and out of her, my pace quickening until my belly is slapping against her slender waistline. My cheeks bulge with the fattening sweets, I chew quickly, I swallow, I open my mouth and she refills it.

I pull my soft belly off Circe, then push it down on top of her, my flab against her more muscular abdomen. In and out, belly to belly, over and over again, and I feel my heart beating hard inside my ribs, ribs which are no longer visible, now covered with a thin layer of fat. Occasionally, her hands play with my belly. Then, she grabs onto my love handles and pulls me in and out of her, controlling my speed and guiding my movements with her delicate hands upon my blubbery wads of side fat.

"Mmmm, love handles," she coos softly. "What a delightful name for them!"

My belly gurgles with hunger, and I am fully aroused by the sight and smell and feel of her beneath me. Much as I want to, I cannot deny that I am strangely turned on by how mercilessly she fills my belly with her tempting concoctions of chocolate, sugar, walnuts, cream and butter. How horribly awful and how sinfully wonderful all at the same time! I try to shout, "NO-o-o-o!" However, only a grunt of pleasure comes reluctantly from my brownie-filled mouth.

"I am making you into a slave, but not just my slave -- also your own slave. You will be a slave of your hungry belly! A slave to your own body! A servant to your desires, slave to your own gluttony and lust." Circe giggles seductively and grins at me with an evil glint in her eyes, which rapidly change colors from lime green to blue to indigo.

I open my mouth to protest, and she pops another brownie inside me. I have no choice of what is happening. I cannot spit it out. I eat and imagine myself getting fatter.

"Grow, my piggy, grow," Circe moans as her face glows with pure orgasmic joy.

I can feel the skin around my waistline stretching as she stuffs me. Time moves in jerks and fits. For what might be minutes or might be hours, I know not which, I feel spasms of lustful pleasures washing through me. Finally, I am spent; I can no longer hold myself up. I am just too heavy now, too fat!

My once-strong arms are weak and flabby, and my body weighty. I'm breathing hard as I fall upon her heavily. She screams in ecstasy as my body pushes her down deep into the soft mattress. Unable to move, I feel myself gushing into her silky wondrous mysterious places.


(Ch 2 continued next page)